第53章

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES，AT A SPEED OF TWENTY MILES AN HOUR，A COURSE OF MORMON HISTORY.

During the night of the 5th of December，the train ran south-easterly for about fifty miles；then rose an equal distance in a north-easterly direction，towards the Great Salt Lake.

Passepartout，about nine o'clock，went out upon the platform to take the air.The weather was cold，the heavens gray，but it was not snowing.The sun's disc，enlarged by the mist，seemed an enormous ring of gold，and Passepartout was amusing himself by calculating its value in pounds sterling，when he was diverted from this interesting study by a strange-looking personage who made his appearance on the platform.

This personage，who had taken the train at Elko，was tall and dark，with black moustaches，black stockings，a black silk hat，a black waistcoat，black trousers，a white cravat，and dogskin gloves.He might have been taken for a clergyman.He went from one end of the train to the other，and affixed to the door of each car a notice written in manu.

Passepartout approached and read one of these notices，which stated that Elder William Hitch，Mormon missionary，taking advantage of his presence on train No.48，would deliver a lecture on Mormonism in car No.117，from eleven to twelve o'clock；and that he invited all who were desirous of being instructed concerning the mysteries of the religion of theLatter Day Saints'to attend.

I'll go，said Passepartout to himself.He knew nothing of Mormonism except the custom of polygamy，which is its foundation.

The news quickly spread through the train，which contained about one hundred passengers，thirty of whom，at most，attracted by the notice，ensconced themselves in car No.117.Passepartout took one of the front seats.Neither Mr Fogg nor Fix cared to attend.

At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose，and，in an irritated voice，as if he had already been contradicted，said，I tell you that Joe Smith is a martyr，that his brother Hiram is a martyr，and that the persecutions of the United States Government against the prophets will also make a martyr of Brigham Young.Who dares to say the contrary？

No one ventured to gainsay the missionary，whose excited tone contrasted curiously with his naturally calm visage.No doubt his anger rose from the hardships to which the Mormons were actually subjected.The government had just succeeded，with some difficulty，in reducing these independent fanatics to its rule.It had made itself master of Utah，and subjected that territory to the laws of the Union，after imprisoning Brigham Young on a charge of rebellion and polygamy.The disciples of the prophet had since redoubled their efforts，and resisted，by words at least，the authority of Congress.Elder Hitch，as is seen，was trying to make proselytes on the very railway trains.

Then，emphasizing his words with his loud voice and frequent gestures，he related the history of the Mormons from Biblical times：how that，in Israel，a Mormon prophet of the tribe of Joseph published the annals of the new religion，and bequeathed them to his son Mormon；how，many centuries later，a translation of this precious book，which was written in Egyptian，as made by Joseph Smith，junior，a Vermont farmer，who revealed himself as a mystical prophet in 1825；and how，in short，the celestial messenger appeared to him in an illuminated forest，and gave him the annals of the Lord.

Several of the audience，not being much interested in the missionary's narrative，here left the car；but Elder Hitch，continuing his lecture，related how Smith，Junior，with his father，two brothers，and a few disciples，founded the church of theLatter Day Saints'，which，adopted not only in America，but in England，Norway and Sweden，and Germany，counts many artisans，as well as men engaged in the liberal professions，among its members；how a colony was established in Ohio，a temple erected there at a cost of two hundred thousand dollars，and a town built at Kirkland；how Smith became an enterprising banker，and received from a simple mummy showman a papyrus scroll written by Abraham and several famous Egyptians.

The Elder's story became somewhat wearisome，and his audience grew gradually less，until it was reduced to twenty passengers.But this did not disconcert the enthusiast，who proceeded with the story of Joseph Smith's bankruptcy in 1837，and how his ruined creditors gave him a coat of tar and feathers；his reappearance some years afterwards，more honourable and honoured than ever，at Independence，Missouri，the chief of a flourishing colony of three thousand disciples，and his pursuit thence by outraged Gentiles，and retirement into the Far West.

Ten hearers only were now left，among them honest Passepartout，who was listening with all his ears.Thus he learned that，after long persecutions，Smith reappeared in Illinois，and in 1839 founded a community at Nauvoo，on the Mississippi，numbering twenty-five thousand souls，of which he became mayor，chief justice，and general-in-chief；that he announced himself，in 1843，as a candidate for the Presidency of the United States；and that finally，being drawn into ambuscade at Carthage，he was thrown into prison，and assassinated by a band of men disguised in masks.

Passepartout was now the only person left in the car，and the Elder，looking him full in the face，reminded him that，two years after the assassination of Joseph Smith，the inspired prophet，Brigham Young，his successor，left Nauvoo for the banks of the Great Salt Lake，where，in the midst of that fertile region，directly on the route of the emigrants who crossed Utah on their way to California，the new colony，thanks to the polygamy practised by the Mormons，had flourished beyond expectation.